It seems like it was only yesterday when we shut down the station doors in order to feast upon the McRib picnic the Sticker Pimps set up . It was glorious; it was messy. The sauce, the onions, the pickles, and the boneless-meat-thing that made our days short and our hours long.

And now we find out that today is the last day for the McRib?

Why why why why? Why does it have to leave us so soon?!

When will it come back? Who knows.

How many will be bought today? One million.

They’ll stay fresh in the cupboard, right?